Although the situation is not right, the protective shield formed by the heavenly power on his body is getting weaker and weaker, and it is not far from disappearing.

Fu Ling didn't think too much about it, walked over quickly, grabbed the protruding place of the stone pillar, and climbed up.

I didn't have spiritual power, so I had to climb with the most primitive method.

Soon, the palms were ground and bleeding.

When the heavenly power on his body was about to disappear completely, the Whisk Spirit finally climbed onto the top of the stone.

Climbing on top of the stone, Fu Ling was stunned before he could catch his breath.

On top of the stone, a man was lying.

A boy who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The young man's black hair was like a waterfall, scattered on the stones, his skin was as white as porcelain, his face was not a little ruddy, and his skin was almost transparent under the gorgeous red lines on his forehead.

The eyes under the eyebrows are closed, the long, curly eyelashes cast a shadow, the bridge of the nose is straight, the lips are a little thin, and the lips are pale pink, not as pale as the face.

The young man's facial features have not yet fully grown, but they are already handsome.

Through this immature face, it is not difficult to see how stunning he should be in the future.

After looking at his face, Fu Ling looked down his neck.

The boy was wearing a bright red robe.

On the robe, there is no pattern, it is a red robe.

Red as blood.

The young man folded his hands and put them in front of him, sleeping painlessly and without smiling, as if he had slept like this for many years.

Inside the volcano, on top of the rocks where the magma retreated, lay a teenager who looked to have been sleeping for many years.

This scene, how weird it looks.

The egg saw the scenery outside through Whirling's eyes.

"Huh?" Dandan was curious: "How can there be someone here?" ”

Fu Ling didn't answer, and instead said, "Dandan, do you think that the red lines on this young man's forehead seem to have been seen somewhere?" Staring at the red lines on the young man's forehead for a long time, he always felt like he had seen it somewhere.

But I couldn't remember it for a while.

"Really?" The egg said, "Master, come closer, and I'll take a closer look." ”

Fu Ling got up and walked over, crouched down beside him, and looked carefully at the red stripes on his forehead.

The red veins are gorgeous and unique, as if they are painted with blood.

Dandan looked at it carefully and said, "I don't feel it." ”

"Some gods also have divine seals that represent themselves after refining on their foreheads, and you may have seen similar ones somewhere."

That's true.

Some of the seals are even present at birth, but in different places.

After staring at the red stripe for a while, Fu Ling reached over and touched it.

There is no trace of protrusion, and it is one with the skin, not like a late refining, it should be born there.

But why sleep inside a volcano?

The flames didn't affect him at all, and the magma gave way, was it because of the stone or the man?

Fu Ling's face was calm, but his mind was spinning fast.

"Master, I advise you to stop." Just as Whirling was thinking about things, the voice of the egg sounded again, different from the previous sound, this time the sound of the egg was a little indescribable.

A little trembling.

"Huh?" His thoughts returned, and he lowered his eyes to his hand.

At this glance, Fu Ling's breath was suffocated.

The boy who had his eyes closed just now didn't know when he opened them.

Those eyes were not the usual brown, nor black, nor the turquoise and blue that foreigners have.

It's purple.

The purple eyes are clear and bright, without any impurities, and they are not beautiful.

The young man looked at Fu Ling, his expression was dazed, obviously he didn't know who Fu Ling was, what kind of place was this?